Episode 1
It must have been a dreadful morning. It was so hot and dusty as if the Earth was ready to burn. I had thought the rain would fall after the culumolumbus had been turn apart by heavy rain drops during the early hours of the morning. The people of Ebeni littered the streets in hopelessness and starvation wishing it were possible for manna to fall from heaven. Some looking like wild beast sneering around for its next prey or the vultures in hunt for the next carcass to feed upon. The roads miss the screeching of tyres as the stomachs miss the warmth of a cooked meal.
The local government chairman promised to take care of it's Indigene after persuading traders and farmers to give up the site of their farmlands and markets in order to establish a local airport in the community. It's been three months, our hands are tied and the government lied, "We must not allow the development we seek meet our death" they all said.
The four walls of their homes were just a furnished grave to bury them in ignorance. We all hope that someday the odds would change and be in our favor was all that was registered in every ones mind. Our kingdom could only gift its visitors an odour of shame and the people responsible for our predicament cared nothing about our existence. If everyone dies and goes into extinction, who would the king rule over became my daily thoughts; would he rather watch us perish or plead to the government to return our lands .
Our mothers cry every night in prayers, for hunger is killing their wards and our markets are shut down. The little produce from individual farm lands was nothing in the ambition to feed their family. Yet, the king sends his guards to each house holds to remit monthly farm produce knowing the condition he placed the people of Ebeni. Getting food items was another tussle of war since the markets were no longer in existence and those sold on tables in front of their houses were very expensive due to the fact that they have to travel to the neighbouring kingdoms to buy good stuffs.
My heart was filled with sad emotions, as I wandered around the kingdom and my eyes could welcome the glum masked on my people's face; something must be done or else we would be carcass lying on the roads in few days to come. Ebeni would be great again and our enemies would be put to shame was summit to the definition of my hope. The day had gone and the clouds seem to tell a story that sunset had began; I began to find my way home even though I walked sluggishly because of the pain arched in my heart.
The next day
The early morning had been engulfed by the fierce raging sun; burning with greater desire than that of a hungry infant crying for his mothers nipples to crest his tongues as to suck in great furry to quench a long lasted hunger. Yet our mothers were abandoned; left unattended .
With no shame of clothes they stood for hours, scattered like urchins of the barbarians in front of the local government office pleading and begging that our farmlands be returned to us.
These men we looked upon as our saviors, the demons we entrusted with our hopes ; they have decided to play hypocrisy to their ears, pretending not to hear our plead, our cry for help seemed like gibberish to their mind. The pandemonium encrypts my soul with adventures of sadness as i was buried in thoughts, who am i? , what can i do?; the young man that I was, as my little ones lean beside me with the unending tears that had channelled from their eyes and had become a routine to drench their cheeks. After many hours, a man came out and ordered all to leave the premises and he left. Soon, He returned with securities who came with whips to scare them away because they heed not to his instructions.
"Will the odds change one day and be in our favour?; was the only thing that echoed through the walls of my mind.